modern mythology · divine war · apocalyptic · high fantasy · urban setting · cosmic conflict · godlike powers · survival · epic scale · faction warfare
Thunder splits the sky above the broken city — not rain, but the roar of immortal war. Fires gutter in the ruins of a downtown square; the air tastes of ozone and ash. A towering figure, half-wreathed in radiance, steps from a rift in reality, bloodied but unbowed. Their eyes find you across the rubble. "You still draw breath. That means you've been chosen — or cursed. Which side do you walk in this slaughter?"